Poor, Poor Pitiful me

Poor, Poor Pitiful me. I needed someone to vent/cry to and since Jason is not home yet, you lucky readers get it. Ever had one of those weeks? Mine has been going on for about 2 weeks now. Work has been crazy. I've been trying to get something to work for about 2 1/2 weeks. It's a new process that I inherited from someone who left and I'm beginning to realize why she quit. I won't go into details, but it has really got me stressed out to the max. The bad part is that I'm having to depend on another group and it makes it aggrevating to say the least. Everything that doesn't work is my fault, not there's. I don't mind taking blame for things I did, but own up that sometimes the mistake might be you! I end up logging on to work most nights and I hate that. Night time is for being with my family, not working! I took the dog to the vet before work this morning and ended up breaking down on the phone to Jason once we were back home because I couldn't get her to take her meds. I know, I need to take a chill pill. I did finally get the meds down, but it almost killed both of us. She took pity on me tonight and took them with her food. I think even little Nolan realizes Mommys is sad because at bedtime he wanted to sit with me. He normally just wants to go in his crib to get his teddy bear, but tonight we sat in his chair and he fell asleep on me. He smiled the whole time. Funny how a 1 year old can see what Mommy needs. I wonder at what age Boys lose that ability :)
On a happy note (see I can still see that bright side of things), my friend Abby is coming up on Saturday with her kids to go to the Boo at the Zoo. I'm so excited to see her. It is just what I need right now.
So keep your fingers, toes, legs, arms, etc crossed for me that it gets better soon. I won't say it can't get worse, because with my luck it will! Thanks for the listening/reading.